It’s one of the internet's most-asked questions, but you ponder it now, too, face-to-face with those fraying hems and gauzy layers and mischievous gaze. Who is she? Her arrival is preceded with tufts of smoke. She steps through it—it’s her late-afternoon perfume. She ashes the cigarette butt on the bottom of her shoes with, of course, a touch of drama. It's her way of drawing you in closer. Once you see her eyes, hearing the voice that is now just a whisper, your wallet is gone. But you were going to offer whatever cash was in there anyway, for that ice-cream she was never going to buy, and most certainly not the handbag that sat in the window just behind her, conveniently out of sight.
It's this sort of resourcefulness that has kept her alive with nary a night on the street. It's always a feather-soft bed with white sheets at the end of the night, all the better to match her ruffles and frills.
Photography Maggie Shannon | Styling Marcus Cuffie | Production Shay Johnson | Talent Roshelle | | Hair + Makeup Natalia Meja | Styling Assistant Alex